Drinkin' Coors in the car, we don't get very far
before both of us need a pit stop
burn a roach from the floor, lean my head out the door
take a pull from a flask with a flip-top.

an unlucky number of tickets and the towed me away
twelve hundred bucks later, it ain't such a beautiful day
god damned junk yard dogs smoked every last roach in the ashtray
fuck all those boys at the impound's all I got to say.